So I guess that's all for now. I'm heading back to school next week, so hopefully that will take my mind off things. I need some sense of normalcy again.
I took a video from behind the tree. I don't even know why. It's not like it'll do any good, but at least I have proof that I wasn't imagining any of this.
It's been storming all day, and into the night. Thunder and everything. I've stayed inside all day. Nothing has happened yet. Maybe nothing will happen.
As quietly as I could I set down my shopping bags next to me and slipped my phone out of my pocket. I managed to take a couple photos, but the person turned and disappeared into the woods.
@gr3gory88
If she was able to navigate in the house and she has no eyes that means she’s familiar with the house and house layout. She’s been in there before, and knows it well enough to walk around without bumping into anything and making a lot of noise. GTFO
I can't figure any of this out. I don't know what's happening. I know I should leave but I just can't. I can't. At least nobody can get inside tonight. At least I'm safe inside.
I'm sorry I haven't said anything in a while. I've been staying in a motel about an hour outside of town. When I left the house that night, I just kept driving until I felt like I was far enough away to feel safe.
First, she says she made the stick things for my protection. She says it's dangerous out here, and she was trying to protect me. When I asked what she was trying to protect me from, she was quiet for a long time.
And who's on that boat I keep seeing out there on the lake? Why is everyone in town so weird? At this point I just want answers. And I feel like I'm getting close to getting them. I'm just scared of what they might be.
"The people in this town are blessed with many children, but they don't get to keep them all. When the eggs hatch, the people must bring one of their own to the woods. The creatures need to eat." She was quiet again then. "They start with your eyes."
And before she knew it, something was on her, burrowing into her eyes. She wasn't sure what happened next. She only remembers the searing the pain, and then suddenly she was free.
I stood alone in the clearing. The lights in the distance were disappearing. It was getting quieter. And just like that I was running again. Running toward the lake.
I asked her how she knew all this, but I already knew the answer. "I know because it happened to me," she said. "When I was a girl, my father brought me into the wood with the others. Offered me up to the newborns."
I waited until she was ready to speak again. It was a long time before she did. She told me how she was led to one of the eggs, how she watched it break open. How something came out of it.
At some point the rain had stopped. It was dark and I couldn't see anything. But I could hear things all around me. Things moving through the trees. And I could see lights in the distance. Fire, or flashlights. I don't know. I had no idea where to go or what to do.
"But most of them hatch when it's darkest." She turned to me. Even without eyes, I felt like she was staring right at me. "Tonight is the new moon," she whispered. "Tonight is the ceremony."
I just need to make it through the night. I'll be fine if I stay inside. The locks are new and nobody can get in. I'll be fine. I'm going to go get some wine and stay in the upstairs bedroom tonight. It'll be ok.
I know sometimes people give lake houses names. I can't figure out what they might've said, though. I brought them inside and laid them all out on the kitchen floor to see if I could make sense of them, but no luck so far. Maybe someone else can figure it out?
More than once something ran by me in the trees. I was using my phone as a flashlight and tried to take pictures of the trees, trying to see what was out there, but everything was happening so fast.
But I wasn't listening anymore. I don't know what came over me but I jumped up and ran out the door. Ran into the woods. I don't even know where I was going.
The people who lived here began to commune with it. They protected it from the outside world. Devoted their lives to it. And in return, the thing gave them a gift.
"It's the same every year," she said. "They come out of the water in the fall. Lay their eggs. A few of them begin to hatch early. They feed on animals in the woods. They need strength to make it back to the water."
At that point I was starting to put two and two together. I thought about all the twins I've seen in town. She must have sensed my understanding, because she spoke again. "I told you there was a price."
I felt completely bewildered. None of this made any sense to me, but at the same time it did, somehow. I had so many questions I wanted to ask, but I couldn't sort my thoughts.
"There are so many of them now," she said. "They come from the water to lay eggs, and the people take care of them. Hide them away until they hatch. But when they hatch, they need to feed."
I couldn't figure out what to say. Finally I asked, "Why are you telling me this now, after all this time" The woman didn't say anything at first. She took a long, labored breath.
In the beginning there was just the one. It spent most of its time deep in the lake, slumbering. But over time it made more. Instinctively I asked about the eggs I saw in the woods. The woman nodded.
It was another one of those artifacts. Like the ones I'd seen on my first day here. But it had one of my gloves tied to it, from the rainstorm last week. When I left my clothes by the fire to dry, there was a pair of gloves with them.
The morning after, it was so quiet and peaceful in the woods. It was like nothing had happened at all. I'm still not sure what to believe. It sort of feels like it happened to someone else. Or like I dreamed it, maybe.
I'm not even really sure what I'm saying. I just need to occupy myself with something. Writing this makes me feel less alone. It's like I'm talking to someone.
I decided not to sell it. I don't think anyone would buy it, anyway. I locked the doors and I got in my car and I left. I'm home now, trying to process everything.
She doesn't know if she managed to push the creature off or if someone helped her. But she got away, and ran into the woods. She ran until she couldn't breathe anymore.
And to make matters worse, the boat is back out there. It showed up again this afternoon, and it's just sitting there, in the same place as yesterday. Are they watching me from that boat?
They all had different objects tied to them. Bones, feathers, that sort of thing. It was definitely weird but I was more annoyed than anything, thinking that someone was in my yard decorating the trees with these ugly goth Christmas ornaments.
It was this....artifact? I don't know what to call it. It was obviously handmade. It was made of sticks and twine and had some small bones tied into the middle of it.
"Fear the new moon." What the fuck does that mean? I don't know where that woman got a fucking marker and I don't like how fucking familiar she feels around my house and property.